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Saturn is dominator over mine.

What signifies my deadly-standing eye,
My silence and my cloudy melancholy,

My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls
Even as an adder when she doth unroll

To do some fatal execution?
No, madam, these are no venereal signs.

Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand,
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.

Hark, Tamora, the empress of my soul,
Which never hopes more heaven than rests in thee-

This is the day of doom for Bassianus;
His Philomel must lose her tongue to-day,

Thy sons make pillage of her chastity,
And wash their hands in Bassianus' blood.

Seest thou this letter? Take it up, I pray thee,
And give the King this fatal-plotted scroll.

Now question me no more; we are espied.
Here comes a parcel of our hopeful booty,

Which dreads not yet their lives' destruction.
Enter BASSIANUS and LAVINIA

TAMORA. Ah, my sweet Moor, sweeter to me than life!
AARON. No more, great Empress: Bassianus comes.

Be cross with him; and I'll go fetch thy sons
To back thy quarrels, whatsoe'er they be. Exit

BASSIANUS. Who have we here? Rome's royal Emperess,
Unfurnish'd of her well-beseeming troop?

Or is it Dian, habited like her,
Who hath abandoned her holy groves

To see the general hunting in this forest?
TAMORA. Saucy controller of my private steps!

Had I the pow'r that some say Dian had,
Thy temples should be planted presently

With horns, as was Actaeon's; and the hounds
Should drive upon thy new-transformed limbs,

Unmannerly intruder as thou art!
LAVINIA. Under your patience, gentle Emperess,

'Tis thought you have a goodly gift in horning,
And to be doubted that your Moor and you

Are singled forth to try thy experiments.
Jove shield your husband from his hounds to-day!

'Tis pity they should take him for a stag.
BASSIANUS. Believe me, Queen, your swarth Cimmerian

Doth make your honour of his body's hue,
Spotted, detested, and abominable.

Why are you sequest'red from all your train,
Dismounted from your snow-white goodly steed,

And wand'red hither to an obscure plot,
Accompanied but with a barbarous Moor,

If foul desire had not conducted you?
LAVINIA. And, being intercepted in your sport,

Great reason that my noble lord be rated
For sauciness. I pray you let us hence,

And let her joy her raven-coloured love;
This valley fits the purpose passing well.

BASSIANUS. The King my brother shall have notice of this.
LAVINIA. Ay, for these slips have made him noted long.

Good king, to be so mightily abused!
TAMORA. Why, I have patience to endure all this.

Enter CHIRON and DEMETRIUS
DEMETRIUS. How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!

Why doth your Highness look so pale and wan?
TAMORA. Have I not reason, think you, to look pale?

These two have 'ticed me hither to this place.
A barren detested vale you see it is:

The trees, though summer, yet forlorn and lean,
Overcome with moss and baleful mistletoe;

Here never shines the sun; here nothing breeds,
Unless the nightly owl or fatal raven.

And when they show'd me this abhorred pit,
They told me, here, at dead time of the night,

A thousand fiends, a thousand hissing snakes,
Ten thousand swelling toads, as many urchins,

Would make such fearful and confused cries
As any mortal body hearing it

Should straight fall mad or else die suddenly.
No sooner had they told this hellish tale

But straight they told me they would bind me here
Unto the body of a dismal yew,

And leave me to this miserable death.
And then they call'd me foul adulteress,

Lascivious Goth, and all the bitterest terms
That ever ear did hear to such effect;

And had you not by wondrous fortune come,
This vengeance on me had they executed.

Revenge it, as you love your mother's life,
Or be ye not henceforth call'd my children.

DEMETRIUS. This is a witness that I am thy son.
[Stabs BASSIANUS]

CHIRON. And this for me, struck home to show my strength.
[Also stabs]

LAVINIA. Ay, come, Semiramis- nay, barbarous Tamora,
For no name fits thy nature but thy own!

TAMORA. Give me the poniard; you shall know, my boys,
Your mother's hand shall right your mother's wrong.

DEMETRIUS. Stay, madam, here is more belongs to her;
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw.

This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,

And with that painted hope braves your mightiness;
And shall she carry this unto her grave?

CHIRON. An if she do, I would I were an eunuch.
Drag hence her husband to some secret hole,

And make his dead trunk pillow to our lust.
TAMORA. But when ye have the honey we desire,

Let not this wasp outlive, us both to sting.
CHIRON. I warrant you, madam, we will make that sure.

Come, mistress, now perforce we will enjoy
That nice-preserved honesty of yours.

LAVINIA. O Tamora! thou bearest a woman's face-
TAMORA. I will not hear her speak; away with her!

LAVINIA. Sweet lords, entreat her hear me but a word.
DEMETRIUS. Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory

To see her tears; but be your heart to them
As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.

LAVINIA. When did the tiger's young ones teach the dam?
O, do not learn her wrath- she taught it thee;

The milk thou suck'dst from her did turn to marble,
Even at thy teat thou hadst thy tyranny.

Yet every mother breeds not sons alike:
[To CHIRON] Do thou entreat her show a woman's pity.

CHIRON. What, wouldst thou have me prove myself a bastard?
LAVINIA. 'Tis true, the raven doth not hatch a lark.

Yet have I heard- O, could I find it now!-
The lion, mov'd with pity, did endure

To have his princely paws par'd all away.
Some say that ravens fosterforlorn children,

The whilst their own birds famish in their nests;
O, be to me, though thy hard heart say no,

Nothing so kind, but something pitiful!
TAMORA. I know not what it means; away with her!

LAVINIA. O, let me teach thee! For my father's sake,
That gave thee life when well he might have slain thee,

Be not obdurate, open thy deaf ears.
TAMORA. Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,

Even for his sake am I pitiless.
Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain

To save your brother from the sacrifice;
But fierce Andronicus would not relent.

Therefore away with her, and use her as you will;
The worse to her the better lov'd of me.

LAVINIA. O Tamora, be call'd a gentle queen,
And with thine own hands kill me in this place!

For 'tis not life that I have begg'd so long;
Poor I was slain when Bassianus died.

TAMORA. What beg'st thou, then? Fond woman, let me go.
LAVINIA. 'Tis present death I beg; and one thing more,

That womanhood denies my tongue to tell:
O, keep me from their worse than killing lust,

And tumble me into some loathsome pit,
Where never man's eye may behold my body;

Do this, and be a charitable murderer.
TAMORA. So should I rob my sweet sons of their fee;

No, let them satisfy their lust on thee.
DEMETRIUS. Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.

LAVINIA. No grace? no womanhood? Ah, beastly creature,
The blot and enemy to our general name!

Confusion fall-
CHIRON. Nay, then I'll stop your mouth. Bring thou her husband.

This is the hole where Aaron bid us hide him.
DEMETRIUS throws the body

of BASSIANUS into the pit; then exeunt
DEMETRIUS and CHIRON, dragging off LAVINIA

TAMORA. Farewell, my sons; see that you make her sure.
Ne'er let my heart know merry cheer indeed

Till all the Andronici be made away.
Now will I hence to seek my lovely Moor,

And let my spleenful sons this trull deflower. Exit
Re-enter AARON, with two

of TITUS' sons, QUINTUS and MARTIUS
AARON. Come on, my lords, the better foot before;

Straight will I bring you to the loathsome pit
Where I espied the panther fast asleep.

QUINTUS. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes.
MARTIUS. And mine, I promise you; were it not for shame,

Well could I leave our sport to sleep awhile.
[Falls into the pit]

QUINTUS. What, art thou fallen? What subtle hole is this,
Whose mouth is covered with rude-growing briers,

Upon whose leaves are drops of new-shed blood
As fresh as morning dew distill'd on flowers?

A very fatal place it seems to me.
Speak, brother, hast thou hurt thee with the fall?

MARTIUS. O brother, with the dismal'st object hurt
That ever eye with sight made heart lament!

AARON. [Aside] Now will I fetch the King to find them here,
That he thereby may have a likely guess

How these were they that made away his brother. Exit
MARTIUS. Why dost not comfort me, and help me out

From this unhallow'd and blood-stained hole?
QUINTUS. I am surprised with an uncouth fear;

A chilling sweat o'er-runs my trembling joints;
My heart suspects more than mine eye can see.

MARTIUS. To prove thou hast a true divining heart,
Aaron and thou look down into this den,

And see a fearful sight of blood and death.
QUINTUS. Aaron is gone, and my compassionate heart

Will not permit mine eyes once to behold
The thing whereat it trembles by surmise;

O, tell me who it is, for ne'er till now
Was I a child to fear I know not what.



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